Tina was dead asleep when I got to the gallery. I shucked
my skirt and crawled into bed with her; laying next to her, on my side with a
leg and arm thrown across her body. She responded to my presence by sort of
wriggling herself, as only Tina can, making me feel warm, welcome and
comfortable. She sort of purred in her sleep, and as I drifted into sleep I
thought I heard my won answering, rumbling purr, then I was gone.
I awoke quietly; comfortable and warm. Tina was with me,
she had no choice, bound to the bed, my prisoner of passion and pleasure. I
felt good as I lay next to her, toying lazily with her body, nuzzling her neck
and feeling the ripples her body made; as I lightly stroked across her skin. I
knew there was no need of the bindings, but she liked them.
Bondage. Tina and I were each in our own kind of bondage,
she was tied to a bed, and I was shut in a prison. Tina had no desire to be released
from her silken bonds, and I usually felt no desire for the keys to my prison.
It was so similar, yet so different.
Tina's body responded gently to my attention, as I took
her to the lazy, slow motion release available to the comfortably familiar. My
own body complained of overwork, so we didn't force the issue, but contented
ourselves with the languishing comfort of relaxed closeness.
Tina and I were talking about the events of the night
before and the curious oversight of whoever forgot to remove the books from
this towers library. Tina teased me about the price I'd paid for the
information from Cindy after I'd told her what I'd learned from my new
concubine.
Tina trusted me, that was obvious by the way she'd say
anything on her mind, even when she knew it would upset or hurt me. She was
never cruel with her words, going out of her way to cause pain, and always told
the truth. But she did like to tease a bit now and then. At that time I never
understood why, but in time I learned to take it well and eventually understood
why she had to make fun of me like that.
Flow, our alarm clock, and professional female lecher,
came in and broke up our early morning lovers quarrel by stripping the covers
from our bed and laughing at my deflated manhood. Tina roared with mirth at my
indignity.
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Flow never made a sound, she couldn't; She was also deaf
as she could be, but she could communicate herself very well with pantomime.
Through years of practice she had become skilled with the art and could tell a
story plainly with her acts. She could express feelings as well. I can still
see her teasing un-mercifully as she acted out her version of my role in the
Tower Prison, making me laugh, even in my embarrassment.
I've often paused and wondered were Flow was from, and
how she had been raised. She must carry incredible amounts of knowledge in that
great head of hers, but what impressed me the most about her was the compassion
towards others and her gentleness. While it was true she reminded me of the mealy
mouthed inhabitants found in waterfronts all over the world, she had a tender,
caring heart as her core.
As I rose from the bed with Tina, I'd leaned down to kiss
my prisoner adieu, and Flow saw the rakes of passion Cindy had delivered. Flow
wrapped a robe over my shoulders to cover the marks from Tina's view as I left
the gallery for my bath. She traced the injuries gently, as if she were burning
them into her memory, and then cleaned them as I bathed. Before I left for the
floor below, she dressed them with a soothing ointment, then sent me on my way.
Lana was in her bath when I arrived in her rooms. She was
relaxed and herself this morning, not the mainspring of tension she had been
the night before.
"It suited her," I thought to myself, "to
be relaxed and at ease."
There wasn't a hint of self consciousness about her as
she rose from her bath, while I held her robe for her. As it settled on her
shoulders I turned her to me and kissed her tenderly. Lana looked like a school
girl as she peeked up at me when our kiss was done, but her words were those of
a woman.
"I think perhaps I got what I deserved when you left
me burning with desire. The lust I felt and unleashed on you last night, I
think I had coming for my selfishness in some way."
There was a pause as we moved to her bedroom, where she
sat at her dressing table and brushed her hair.
"I meant it when I said you were welcome here as my
friend and lover, but I want to ask you for one more thing before we go any
further."
"Then ask." I coaxed.
Lana turned and looked level into my eyes as she said,
"You're free to come and go as you please from my bed, but I only ask that
if you start my engines, you drive me for a while."
Her meaning was crystal clear, and I consented to her
request.
"On one condition," I qualified my capitulation
with her wish, "that I be free to bind the vixen Cindy in the
future."
"Why?" was Lana's surprised response.
I turned and showed her my back.
"I'll bind her for you." Lana breathed, her
anger was beginning to rise.
"That might be fun too." I teased.
Lana glared, then saw the humor, "It might at
that." and returned to her hair in the mirror.
"Well?" I asked.
Lana looked at me in the mirror, "Bind her, but
don't injure her, I can't protect you from slander for any injuries you cause,
but bind her as you see fit." Her face became mischievous, "I hear it
excites you that way."
I looked at my hands then back at her, "Yes, almost
as much as you think."
"Be careful," she arose and turned to face me, her
open robe exposing her body to my sight, "you might just find a woman who
likes to be the master exciting."
"Oh, I do."
Lana grinned at the referral to my status as prisoner,
then said, "Yes, I believe you do." and returned to her hair.
I moved up beside her where she stood brushing her mane
of flaming red hair in her mirror. I ran my hand over the outline of her
posterior and slid the other across her belly by her navel, and stopped just
short of the matching triangle of hair.
Lana: "Don't press that starter button unless we're
going for a spin!"
"I don't intend to, but I need some of your scent to
prove I've been at work."
Lana laughed, "Yes Tina...." She shifted her
body to ease my access, "Take as much as you need."
I dipped my fingers into her and extracted the
odoriferous essence, while she brushed her hair.
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